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To successfully use a game call you must at least understand a bit of the language of the target animal or the one they predate on.

I just find it very interesting that they each have their own language but seem to understand all the others.

I have been having a bit of fun with the local bulls by blowing a Kudu horn Shofar. I can replicate that high trumpeting bull call.
They trumpet & bellow back at me & paw the ground. I do it from up on the hill so they don't attack me. The rest of the cattle look on with interest. I have not worked out exactly what I am saying to them yet.

Yeah & how do some dogs understand every word you say ?

O.M

Some really do seem to. I used to have a friend who had a dog that was like his shadow. He was sitting in his front yard talking to a friend once, having a cold soda, and his dog was sitting with them. When he finished the drink he told his dog to take the bottle to the garage. The dog picked up the bottle and did so, returning to his owner's feet. The friend was incredulous and said "Aw, you just trained him to do that." My friend said "No, he understands me." Guy says "Prove it." Friend tells his dog "Go back to the garage and bring me the same drink bottle you took." Dog retrieves the very same bottle, still cool.


We report .............. you decide.

SRH

Brently....you sick liberal idiOt have a nice Thanksgiving.

If you choke to death on a turkey bone I'll donate another 25 bucks to Dave to celebrate your departure.

Well, there ya go.
I think even a butcher bird could understand that.
Tone,intonation has a lot to do with understanding.

Hey Stan, It's a wonder that bucks don't come hanging around your back porch, sniffing at the ground.

O.M

I recall my Dad telling about going to see a man once. They were standing in the man's front yard talking & there was a dog lying under the front porch, a Border Collie as I recall. Dad was facing the house & said as they were talking the man turned his head, called the dog by name & said it's about time you brought in the Cows isn't it. They continued talking & the dog laid under the p[orch for a few more minutes. He then sorts lazily got up & went around to the back of the house, so Dad said he figured that was the end of that conversation.
A few minutes later he said he heard a dog bark behind him & turned his head to look & here comes that same dog bringing in a herd of cattle fro the Front pasture. He said he never saw him come back around to the front of the house, had no idea what route he took but he did as he was told.
Dad once had a border collie he could pick one cow out of a herd in the pasture & tell him to go get that one & bring it to the barn & he would go a separate it from the herd & bring it in.

Dogs are amazing animals...most are a lot smarter than their owners.

I may have related this before, can't remember. My son had a childhood pet dog that was a freebie, whom he named Bud. Turned out he wasn't purebred Lab, but half Irish wolfhound and half black Lab, so the former owner soon wanted rid of him. He and Jonathan were inseparable until he left for school, then he was my dog until the bus came home. Bud was my shadow. He got to know my mannerisms and speech very well. I smoked a lot of cigars back then and when I would toss a butt on the ground he would slap at it, putting the fire out with his paw. Then, when he was sure the fire was out he would pick it up and mouth it for a few seconds, spit it out, and lastly he would roll on it with his back and all four feet in the air. He came up with all this by himself, with no help from me ................and it was perfectly choreographed every time.

One day a seed salesman stopped by my shop to see me. We were standing by my pickup talking, as I finished up a cigar. The salesman had commented that Bud watched me like a hawk, every move I made and everything I said. I thought I'd have a little fun, so I commented that Bud could understand English, he just couldn't speak it. Salesman laughed and rolled his eyes. I said "If you don't believe me watch this." I looked down and said "Bud". He inched closer to me and watched my face intently. I continued "I'm finished with my cigar. I'm going to toss it on the ground and I want you to put it out with your paw. Then, pick it up in your mouth to be sure it's out. Then, to make doubly sure, roll on it until you're certain".

I flipped it on the ground and he went through his routine perfectly, to the man's utter amazement. He was speechless for a moment, then said "We're going to make some money on that dog. There's a TV show that we can send a video to, and we'll win $5000 with it. Nobody will believe he's that smart, and can understand English!"

I never told him any different. Bud just continued to amaze visitors, and me. I once saw him pointed under a pecan tree. Thinking it was a rattler I approached cautiously. I didn't see any snake, so I walked on in and a big covey of quail got up about 6 feet from Bud's nose. Pretty a point as any bird dog ever made.

SRH